My Enemy, Hayes Grier

Chapter 22

Emma's P.O.V
I finished stretching, and got the mats out. I'd be lying if I didn't say that I was the most flexible girl in my class.
"Alright ladies! Let's start off with your roundoff, back handspring, backtuck!" My teacher, Mara, commanded us as she turned on Uptown Funk.
"Yas bitch, this is my jam!" Lacey screamed. Did I fail to mention that she was in this class too, and she's beyond pissed.
"Lacey, no swearing!" Mara scolded. Mara is only 18 years old, and she's been dancing since she was 2. While she's finishing highschool, her job is to teach dance.
"Sorry!" Lacey squeaked.
"Anyways, back to gymnastics. Ok, the beat is 5, 6, 7, 8!" I was the first one in the line, so I ran down the long room, did a roundoff, back handspring, backtuck perfectly.
Hayes' P.O.V
As I watched Emma do her gymnastics, I just sat there wondering how she can do that. She was able to do her needle, and her tilt was amazing.
"Damnnnn," I mumbled. I continued watching them warmup, and watched their gymnastics performance that would be performed at the recital. They were dancing to Chandelier. Soon enough, an hour had passed. "Why is that cheating bitch here?" I whispered in Emma's ear as she put on point shoes.
"Yeah, she dances here. I wonder why she cheated with your friend," She said as she walked out of the changing area. The first thing Emma did was warmup her ankles. How in the hell does someone even stand like that? She was literally on her toes, and it looked like her ankles would break at any moment. Once again, I watched their warmups for the entire hour, and Emma was back in the changing area before I knew it.
"Are your ankles broken?" I asked.
"No, I've been doing point since 3rd grade. My ankles are extemely strong," She informed me.
"Oh, well that still looks hard," I said.
"It's the hardest one, but it's still pretty easy for me." It was currently 7:00, so we have 5 more hours. Emma put her ballet shoes on, and went right back into the studio, where they all warmed up together at the bar on the wall. That lasted for the next 5 minutes, until they went straight into their dance. Their recital song was Not About Angels, and it looked pretty basic compared to the other things they've done.
"Babe? Babe? Hayes!" Emma yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"W-what?"
"We're ending ballet early, and going onto tap. Can you hand me my shoes?" She asked.
"Which one are they?" I wondered as I went through each pair of shoes.
"They're white and look Broadway-ish," She answered.
"Oh!" I handed her a pair of cool looking shoes. Emma slipped them on, and tapped onto the dance floor.
"Ok ladies!" The instructer started.
Emma's P.O.V
"We're gonna start off with our basic warmups!" Mara told us. To a bunch of dancers, our 'basic warmups' are too complex for them, but they're actually super easy. It was just 8 single time steps, 16 double time steps, 32 triple time steps, and 64 military time steps. It takes a really long time, but I love tap, so this is fun for me. Mara turns on Something Big, by my beloved Shawn Mendes.
"Oh my god, I forgot to tell you guys! So, I'm dating Hayes over there, and I met Shawn this afternoon, and it was literally the best thing ever. I mean, so is dating Hayes, but you know what I mean," I announced.
"Ugh lucky!" Abbey, an 11 year old said.
"Well that's fine and dandy, but we have to get back to dance! Ladies, while I'm finding the music for your dance, practice your wings! Emma, practice your syncopated wings!" She demanded. In case you haven't noticed, I'm the best dancer in my class of 10 girls, so I'm usually a few steps ahead of them. I've been doing syncopated wings for almost 2 years, and I'm super good at them. They're still pretty hard, but I love that. I started doing them, when a thought came into mind. What is Lacey gonna do to me when she has her bitchy crew with her at school on Tuesday? My thoughts were interrupted when I felt my ankle twist.
"Ow! Shit," I mumbled under my breath.
"Are you ok Emma?" Mara asked.
"Um, yeah. Can I just rest my ankle for 5 minutes, and I'll be back out by the time I come into the dance. She allowed me to sit down, and I started limping towards Hayes when he walked over and picked me up bridal style.
"Why the hell weren't you paying attention?" Hayes wondered as soon as we sat down.
"I was thinking about Lacey, and didn't even notice that I was doing them," I mumbled.
"Oh, well let's not worry about her. Ok?"
"Ok." (TFIOS anyone? No? Ok then.😂) I slowly stood up, and made a face. My ankle hurt like Hell. But I don't wanna miss dance, so I tried to casually walk back onto the dance floor. Luckily, it worked.
"Ok, I found the CD, so let's get started!" Mara exclaimed as she inserted the disk. Uptown Funk started playing, and I waited for 40 counts before it was my turn to do my solo. Every girl had 4 counts to do a solo, but I had 8 counts since I was doing a few military time steps. I walked on as soon as they started singing, and it was pretty cool to be honest. Next, we did syncopated pullbacks, then wings, a few little jiggy things, and freestyle at the end. It was already perfected, but our class still did it multiple times. We were all out of breath, and Mara checked the time. It was 8:58. "Let's do the dance one more time, and then we can go to jazz," Mara commanded as she rewinded the song. But Mara tends to exaggerate the word 'one,' so we didn't actually finish tap until 9:10. My ankle was still hurting bad.
"Babeeeee," I whined.
"Babeeeee," Hayes mocked.
"Jazz shoes," I demanded. He grabbec a random pair, which ended up being my tan jazz shoes. I sat down, and sucked in, hoping that nobody could see my fat roll. Everyone in here isa twig, and I'm probably the heaviest at 115 pounds. I'm happy with my weight, but it pisses me off when girls call people that are 100 pounds 'fat'. Like... damn. Judgemental much? I may be a popular girl, but I'm not like Lacey is. I call them the 'bitch posse'. I can't believe that I used to be one of her bestfriends. Without thinking, I went up to her.
"Why are you not mad at me for stealing Hayes?" I asked.
"Because why date him, when I could sleep with his bestfriend?" She answered.
"What the hell? What happened to you? You used to be a good person, and then Adam died, and you became this bitchy little slut!" I cried. I covered my mouth after realizing what I just said. By now, nobody was in the room but us and Hayes, and there was a ton of tension in the air.
"Watch your back," She spat as she stepped on my bad foot.
"Ow! Fuck!" I almost yelled. Hayes jumped up and ran over to me.
"Here, I've got you," He mumbled as he picked me up again. "You can't dance."
"Yes I can."
"No you can't. Come on, let's go to the party, you seem tired."
"Mara, my ankle got worse, I'm gonna leave!" I called out.
"Alright! Come to the make-up class on Wednesday at 4 PM!" She replied. Hayes opened the door, and set me down on the bench. He dialed someone's number in the phone.
"Who are you calling?" I wondered. He held up his index finger.
"Nash, can you pick us up? Emma fell and hurt her ankle." There was a pause. "Thank you so much man." He hung up and looked at me.
"Party?"
"Party."
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Really long and crappy chapter but I was super busy, so yeah.
Saturday- tutoring, buying passports, SHAWN MENDES TICKETS, and Winter Jam
Sunday- tutoring
Monday-school and tutoring...
Today- school

So as you can see, my schedule was pretty packed. OMG DID ANYONE ELSE WATCH SHAWN MENDES ON THE TODAY SHOW THIS MORNING?! I'M TOTALLY PRE ORDERING HIS ALBUM ON MONDAY! I'M SO PROUD OF HIM! I LOVE YOU SHAWNNN😘